"Fairy." A low and soft voice sounded.

Qiao Qiao shed tears.

"I remember you told me about your family situation. You said that your parents are in a business marriage and you can't divorce even if you have no feelings. They don't care about you and don't have time to accompany you..."

Stop talking, Qiao Qiao covered her tears and her body kept trembling.

"I can accompany you."

"Even if you don't like me and don't agree to be my girlfriend, I'm still your brother. Can I accompany you?"

Qiao Qiao's tongue was bitten by her, and the fishy smell in her mouth dragged her consciousness. No, you are fake.

The real Li Zheng lost his life to protect me, and he would not say such things.

If he was still alive, he would send me to the exit.

"Your zodiac book has also been given to Chen Yang. He will hand it over to your sister-in-law. You are not worried anymore, aren't you? Stay here."

The hand seemed to be pulling down Qiao Qiao's hand covering her eyes with force. Her fingertips trembled, and her mouth was filled with pain and helpless whimpering.

"Qiaoqiao...Qiaoqiao... Look at me...Qiaoqiao..."

"Look at me"

"Qiaoqiao...Qiaoqiao..."

"Stop calling me... stop calling me..." Qiao Qiao cried loudly, "Stop calling me!"

The hem of the skirt that floated into the water was gently lifted up: "It's dirty."

Qiao Qiao's pale face was stunned. Many clips appeared in her mind, and her fingertips trembled even harder.

The hem of the skirt was carefully squeezed dry, and a sigh was sandwiched in the crisp sound of water: "Can you go the whole way?"

Qiao Qiao struggled to cover her eyes and stopped, and a gap broke out in her protective wall and expanded uncontrollably.

“I can’t finish it.”

"You stay here than staying in another mission place."

"It's not just me here, but also the mute sister you like, she's here too."

Then Qiao Qiao vaguely heard the mute "ahhh" sound.

"Stay here and accompany us."

Chen Yang stood in the elevator, his eyes falling on the red number "4", next to him was Chao Jian with a crutch. They came here from the reflection of the elevator in the water on the first floor of the Mission World.

——The elevator on the right of the real world A3 floor, fourth floor.

The elevator door has not been opened for a long time, as if it is waiting for someone.

Chen Yang knew that the elevator was waiting for his two other teammates. He lowered his head to look at his clothes, which were all clean. Then he went to see his partner, and he had to go all out.

Chao Jian put away his crutch and held it in his hand, hugged Chen Yang with one hand, and buried his face in his neck.

Chen Yang froze, and instead of pushing Chao Jian away, he raised his arms and put them on his broad back without vainly.

"I'll carry it now." A sound suddenly sounded in the elevator.

Chen Yang came out of Chao Jian's arms, and he looked beside Zheng Zhiqian: "Why are you the only one? Where is Qiao Qiao?"

Zheng Zhiqian did not answer.

Chen Yang's expression changed: "Has she been dragged into the illusion again?" It's impossible. I have experienced it once and I should have the ability to prevent it.

Zheng Zhiqian put a tie in the elevator door: "I'm not firm enough, I don't have the confidence to walk on."

Chen Yang was silent.

Qiao Qiao's desire to survive was indeed not strong. In order to save her from death, Li Zheng left with him with his wisdom and will.

The most taboo thing when you take this path is that you don’t have strong beliefs. That will give ghosts and monsters an opportunity to take advantage of, and ultimately harm others and yourself.

Chen Yang thought that even the newcomers with pretty good abilities could not survive because of various reasons.

19 missioners, 16 died.

What’s scary is that the number of people who died in this mission is not the largest. There are 26 people at the train station, and only 6 people who came out alive in the end, and 20 people who died.

That was the most death-lost mission to date.

Chen Yang thought again that if the mission on the A3 floor is counted as the four people in the elevator, the number of dead missioners will be the same as the train station.

A very scary number.

If you continue to die like this, how long can the city of Qingcheng last...

The elevator door opened, Chen Yang came out from inside, and saw a bright corridor. The office workers were dragging their feet, and his pupils shrank slightly.

They got off work at 6 o'clock in the mission world and returned to the real world at 8:30 in the morning, during the peak hours of work.

A group of office workers came out of the elevator next to him. One of them saw Zheng Zhiqin and hurriedly put away his lazy bones and said hello: "Mr. Zheng, it's so early!"

Zheng Zhiqian nodded: "Good morning."

This is a very ordinary working hours, and this is a very ordinary office building, and Chen Yang has a magical feeling.

"I'm working in Jingfeng. I won't move unless Jingfeng goes bankrupt." Zheng Zhiqian glanced at the scar on Chen Yang's left ear, "As long as it's a weekday, you can come to me at any time."

Chen Yang watched Zheng Zhiqian step into the abortion of work. His brain was empty for a moment and he said hoarsely: "Go home?"

Chao Jian: "Yes."

When he arrived at the first floor, Chen Yang passed by the vending machine and he put in some coin coin, and the one that fell out was Coke.

Chen Yang and Chao Jian came by taking a taxi, and they also had to take a taxi when they returned.

When they came, they brought enough equipment, and when they returned, they would have to live a life of exhaustion.

The driver happened to be from the Beijiao. This trip was a ride-sharing. Chen Yang and Chao Jian were both in the back seat, sitting next to each other.

The cramped car smelled like gasoline.

"Master, I'll open the car window." Chen Yang said.

"The air conditioner is not working well." The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that his face was so white that he didn't look like a living person. He thought he was going to vomit when he was motion sickness, so he hurriedly said, "Open it."

Chen Yang lowered the car window and the smell of gasoline was still very strong. The nausea felt like he was alive. Before nine o'clock, the gentle coolness in the wind was gone, and the heat was suffocating on his face.

This is hot summer, and this season is the only one year that makes people like ants on a hot pan.

Chen Yang blew for a while and then retracted his head, leaned against the old leather chair and closed his eyes. The next moment he opened it suddenly.

The driver in front of him was sweating in a cold sweat: "Young man, if you want to vomit, just vomit, don't hold it in, it's okay to vomit here."

"I'm not motion sickness." Chen Yang said.

The driver saw the sweat on his forehead, his lips were all blue, and he said nothing.

Chen Yang was really not motion sickness. He just finished the task and his physical functions were very fragile. In addition, he remembered the last level of walking and groping, and the flow of water mixed with the blood of his old teammates on his legs, and the discomfort instantly reached a peak.

This was the first time Chen Yang faced the death of his old teammate, which was even more difficult to accept than he thought.

But this is just the beginning.

Chen raised his head and pinched his finger joints. He would not shake it, nor could he shake it. Going home alive was his only thought in every task.

With Chao Jian, Chen Yang's red eyes swept to the people around him, and with him.

"Will we go to the end?" Chen Yang skipped the question "Is there any last?"

Chao Jian did not give an answer.

This disappointed Chen Yang. Although he knew that Chao Jian was not omnipotent, he still wanted to hear an answer from the other party, preferably the kind that could go into detail to the year, month and day.

"I don't know." Chao Jian spoke vaguely.

Chen Yang: "But?"

Chao Jian: "No but."

Chen Yang: “…”

"If you insist on me giving you an answer, I can only say," Chao Jian paused, rubbed the Coke, and his palm covered with a layer of cold water. "Try your best, look..."

Chen Yang continued: "From God's will?"

Chao Jian said, "Look at you."

Chen Yang was stunned.

Seeing that Chen Yang was stupid, Chao Jian's face turned black and he put the Coke on the other party's blue-white face.

"Good ice." Chen Yang avoided, "What you said is what I mean..."

"I'll just say it casually, just listen." Chao Jian closed his eyes, lowered his head, and his chestnut hair blocked his eyebrows, "Don't bother me, I'll sleep for a while."

Chen Yang's mouth twitched: "Okay, I won't bother you."

Halfway through forty or fifty minutes, Chen Yang's cell phone rang, his gaze first swept over the full range of power, and then moved downward.

Seeing the caller ID clearly, Chen Yang suddenly stood up and pulled him down in time to prevent him from hitting his head.
Chapter completed!